Union Made

Growing up in Tucson in the late ’70s and ’80s, I enjoyed cartoons. Some I learned were originally Japanese produced and were re-picture-edited, re-dubbed and re-marketed to US audiences. Later, I got an idea that I wanted to be a part of this — and create better-sounding — animation. […]

When I was born and raised in the west San Fernando Valley in the late 1950s; television was black-and-white, radio was mono and AM radio channel KHJ with “The Real Don Steele” was the coolest thing. […]

It all started when I was four years old. I was being forced against my will to eat the most vile of all beans, the dreaded lima. In protest, I made a film starring my cabbage patch dolls to illustrate the grossness of the bean. Okay, you might ask, how does a four-year-old make a movie? With her father as camera operator, of course! I lined up the dolls, instructed my dad to set up our trusty VHS camera, and told him to start rolling. […]

I remember sitting in the theatre watching Ingmar Bergman’s Wild Strawberries and being blown away by the visual metaphors in this movie. His opening dream sequence — the clock with no hands, the coffin spilling out of the hearse — captured my imagination. […]

I was born on April 30, 1913, in Lone Wolf, Oklahoma. I’m 99 years old. I guess you’d say I’m old. Weightlifting for me is standing up… I’m so old they’ve discontinued my blood type… I can remember when the Dead Sea first got sick… Jokes, no matter their quality, should make you laugh. And laughter keeps you young. And I love to laugh. […]

I love movies and TV shows. I love watching them and I love making them. I always have, for as long as I can remember. My career as an editor would have been just about perfect if I could have slept my way to the top. Unfortunately, with my looks, I was destined for a more conventional approach. […]